I was in Virginia a long time. Not a life time, but quite a while. I went to seminary there in 1966 and left for Vermont in 1993. Because I was on the radio from the first months I arrived in Richmond and until a month after I’d left, I’m sure some folks thought I’d been a Virginian from birth. And with the Kellam name (prominent or notorious, depending on your political views) more common there than in my NY hometown, it didn’t come as a great surprise when someone called me at my church office in late summer, 1992, to ask if I would accept a challenging assignment. Would I be willing to be a “Virginia Hero”?
Pardon?
The caller explained that this organization called “Virginia Heroes” was putting together a day-long event in the Richmond Convention Center, a huge gathering of middle school children from the Richmond Public Schools who would have opportunities to hear from a number of Virginia natives who had become successful in various fields. The point, the caller said, was to show the school children that they didn’t need to become pop stars or athletes in order to be successful. Local heroes, products of Virginia education (like them), had made great strides in many vocations that were making a difference: artists, business executives, teachers, scientists, even media people (like me).
The format was a plenary session to start the day, with the kids then moving in small groups from one table to another to meet with the “heroes.” Some well-known Virginians would be coming from out of town, while others of us would simply drive downtown to the Virginia Heroes reception the night before, and then return for the next day’s activities.
I was being asked to participate because of “Celebration Rock,” but the man issuing the invitation said some of the kids would be interested in my work as a minister too. I was especially intrigued when I heard that the honorary co-chairs of this event were the legendary tennis great Arthur Ashe and L. Douglas Wilder, Governor of the Commonwealth of Virginia. I wanted to accept the invitation, but there was a little problem. I wasn’t a native Virginian.
“Oh. Well, how long have you been here?” the caller asked.
“Since 1966.” That was good enough, I was told. so I was “in.”
“A Celebration of Virginia Heroes” began on the evening of November 16, 1992. It was a gala affair, as least as far as I was concerned. I was honored to be among so many Virginians whose achievements ranged from being television personalities to jewelry designers, from teachers to legislators. And then Arthur Ashe came up to me and introduced himself. He glanced at my name tag and asked what I would be talking about with the children I’d meet with the next day. I told him I was a rock (and jazz) deejay, and a Presbyterian minister. He smiled and noted what an unusual combination that was, and said he knew that would go over well with the kids I’d be with in the morning.
I confessed some nervousness about the next day. I told Arthur Ashe that I was unsure how well I could relate with those city middle-schoolers. (See my blog from May 21.) Ashe was reassuring, of course. “I’m sure you’ll do well,” he said as he moved to another guest.
Wilder and Ashe were inspiring in their keynote comments the next day, with the Convention Center floor filled with hero/mentors and middle school proteges. As I remember, I think there must have been ten or twelve kids in each group, spending maybe 20 minutes with one Virginia Hero hosting the table (and probably a local teacher moving from table to table with the kids). It seems to me that we may have hosted four different groups. I don’t remember whether the assignments were random, or whether the kids chose particular subjects they were interested in (art, music, politics, etc.). Predictably, the children I met with were most interested in radio, even after I explained that my program was a “religious” rock show. I knew that kids that age weren’t going to know “Celebration Rock,” but they were still interested in what I could tell them about radio as a career. Some did ask about what ministers “do,” and it was overall an enjoyable and I hope profitable event.
But the highlight for me took place during the morning break when Arthur Ashe sought me out. No kidding. He wanted to know how things were going for me with the kids who came to my table. “From what you said last night, I know you had some misgivings,” he said. I assured him that I was having a great time, and he said he wasn’t at all surprised. I was impressed with how sincere he was, how pastoral. And I went into the next session quite enthused about my role as a “hero.”
Shortly after Joan and I had moved to Vermont in February 1993, Arthur Ashe died of complications from AIDS. Later that year I read his autobiography Days of Grace. Just before the Table of Contents was this quotation from Hebrews 12:1. “…Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us…”
My brief meeting with Arthur Ashe provided me with a day of grace that I will always remember.